I had a very strange, vivid dream early this morning. In hopes of finding a tennis match (something I had been looking for yesterday afternoon), I called the local tennis center.

They said I was in luck, because it just so happened that Andre Agassi was around and looking for a game. Of course, I immediately found myself there ready to start the match, but I realized I hadn’t brought any tennis balls. I apologized to Andre, and went to the pro shop to get some. We started hitting the ball around. I was feeling anxious because I was so obviously not in his league. Then I broke a string on my racquet. Again, I apologized and headed to the pro shop. Repaired racquet in hand, I headed back to the court.

There I was perplexed to find a big family-style banquet setting up on the baseline. I managed to talk the woman in charge in to moving the party to somewhere more appropriate. Just as Andre and I were about to get back on the court, I noticed that really tall grass and sunflowers had grown, again along the baseline.

We then decided to look for courts elsewhere, but the conversation on the way to my car turned to what he was going to town, where to have dinner. I remember apologizing for the uneven match up, being a 3.0 player to his 7.0 (8.0?). Then I said, “No one’s going to believe that I was playing tennis with Andre Agassi!” He pulled a little digital camera out of his pocket and took our picture. In the picture, the only time I can really remember seeing his face, he looked just like Amy’s brother Todd. And I could see us moving in the still picture. So weird.

Anyway, we decided to go get steaks somewhere, and that’s when I woke up. What does it all mean?!